Hitsuzen

“Natasha!”

Pepper pulled back quickly, avoiding another flailing fist as Clint tried once again to shove her away and push himself to his feet only to fall back with a cry as the wounds across his back pulled. She leaned over, pushing himself firmly back onto the cot, matching him glare for glare. Big snarly Eyrien thought he was scary did he? Well, she’d grown up around the Dark Court and compared to Lucivar Yaslana, he was just a fledgling.

“If you don’t stay still and let me work,” she began, a hard tone entering her voice, Queen not friend, “then you will lose those wings.” The muscles of his back had been damaged and she wasn’t about to let him do worse to himself.

He looked up at her, blue eyes wide and startled. “Wha- no… I… I can’t…” Her threat seemed to sink in and the expression changed from startled to horrified. No Eyrien could live without the sky, not and feel complete.

“Then lie down,” she repeated, her tone gentling somewhat. She smoothed a hand across his sweaty forehead, starting to test for the damage with her jewels. “I know I’m not your Queen,” she murmured, “but I do have your best interests at heart. And I am a healer.”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, finally half-releaxing beneath her touch. “Where is she?” he asked after a moment, nearly breathless with longing.

Pepper smiled, although it wasn’t necessarily a happy expression. “She is safe. I cannot say as much for the ones who attacked you,” she added dryly. 

Everything has a price. They would find that out from Natasha Romanov. 

“You should count yourself lucky,” Coulson says, looking down at the pair of males who had unwisely tried to force themselves into their camp. “Your incompetence might have just saved you a world of pain.”

One of them, some arrogant young red-jewelled thug, bares his teeth in a truly pathetic display. If this was Kaeleer he would have already been roughly schooled on Protocol and what terrifying was by half a dozen other males before he even made it to the first circle, but… well, this wasn’t Kaeleer.

“You’re not strong enough to do anything, old man,” he says. “You just wear the green. I outrank you. Step aside.”

Coulson smiles thinly. “Oh, I’m not the one that you should be scared of,” he says, and it takes but a moment and a trickle of power to replace his birthright green with the grey jewels of his own power, glinting in the rings on his fingers. He sees their eyes widen. None of them had been displaying their full strength tonight. It had been their folly to assume that they had. “I’m the least of your worries. I’ll even be merciful. If you’d hurt one of our Queens, or Clint like you’d intended, then… well, things would be a damn sight more unpleasant.”

He leans towards them, hand cloaked in the power of the grey. “I’ll only make sure that you don’t come back at all.”

chocodelicacy:

no-oh-no:

I’m hereby declaring this Old OC week because I can, damn it >8|

Find an old oc that you haven’t touched in years. One that you loved once upon a time but forgot about as time passed on. Or maybe one that you just never developed as much as you would have liked.

Draw about them, write about them, revamp them.

Show them some love.

DOIN’ IT

Ooooh, i might have to do something with this :D